Sunday, May 23, 2010

Sydney Psalm

It’s a constant embarrassment, this living.The gloves come off and so do the panties,the eyes widen but the feet march forward--meanwhile the waves continue their assaulton the shore, boats carrying screamingchildren and waggling businessmen rockfrom side to side but no one is lullabied.

It’s a joke, this life. And also, a song.A rude intimation, a whisper beforepassing out. Everyone knows the ending,yet we struggle to leave with our hats onand our dignity intact. Fat luck, that.

--meanwhile the best bedtime story is yetto be found. Climb that hill, scratch that old man’sback. Ask the weatherman to speak, if he would,on politics. Or maybe try spitting watermelonseeds from a great height, then scuttle belowto see the pattern you’ve made, ooh and ahhat their form, say, Yes, I was here.

You can summon lorikeets with sugar,watch their rainbow heads bob in your palmwhile you survey the harbor, belly fullof noodles, wallet full of cash.What is there to do now, but sing?

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Motto

"I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying me for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that I ever heard of." --from Moby Dick, by Herman Melville

Meet the Travelmonkeys

Well, it's me, JM, my partner-in-crime, M, and our small black pug, Baci. We work in theater; I'm the director, M's the creator and performer, Baci's the little bit of chaos that keeps life interesting. We spend about half the year at home in Brooklyn and the other half on the road. This blog is an attempt to document that half, so we can remember where we've been.

Where We're Going Next

--SEATTLE! (early August with workshops at Seattle Rep)--INDIA!!! (rest of August, with performances and workshops in Chennai, Hyderabad, New Delhi, Kolkata, Mumbai)--VANCOUVER, B.C.!(performance with PuSh early September)--SEATTLE!(please, sir, no more shows, sir, just rest, sir)--PORTLAND!(for the mighty T:BA Festival, second two weeks of September)--AUSTIN!(shows at the University of Texas at Austin, where my parents met, third week of September)